i have to remove your name from my walls, and my chest.

i have to learn to breathe
   without you holding my hand.

i hope that their hands are warm enough to melt your ice,

i hope that you can bruise their skin and they won't care.

       i'm sorry that i cared

             i'm sorry that i didn't let you bruise me

                   i'm sorry i stood up for myself.

i thought you cared but
   i guess i should have believed my mother when she told me that i have a
'wild imagination'.

someday,

when i'm good enough..

you won't be.

farewell, love.